What's the first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning?

Vanilla Bear

Bears For Life
"Damn why cant I sleep a little longer...Im so tired"
or
"C'mon Asshole sleep on"
or
"Where am I?...Ah ok at home...now sleep on...damn I have to pee"

or something completely different
 
On weekdays it's "I need to get up and make that paper"

On weekends it's "baby, don't tell me you're frisky again?"
 
I think of something like this:

Woke up this morning
The world turned upside down
Lordy, but a-things ain't been the same
Since the blues walked in-a town

...

When you woke up this morning
Everything was gone
By half past ten your head was going
Ding-dong ringing like a bell
From your head down to your toes
Like some voice trying to tell you
There's something you should know
Last night you was flying but today you're so low
Ain't it times like these
Makes you wonder (go back) if you'll ever know
The meaning of things as they appear to the others
Wives, husbands, mothers
Fathers, sisters and brothers (tell 'em go home)
Don't you wish you didn't function
Don't you wish you didn't think
Beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink
Well, you do so make up your mind to go on
Cause when you woke up this morning
Everything you had - was gone
 
A Staffordshire Bullterrier named Fern who is overjoyed to drag me out for a walk come rain, sun, snow, alien invasion, bank holidays....
 
Wake up
Take a shower and brush your teeth.
Okay, what's next?

Eehhhm.......... aah , go to work!:eek:
 
I should REALLY start thinking getting to bed sooner...
 
My first thought is usually to wonder what time it is.
 

Legzman

what the fuck you lookin at?
"fuck!"

its also the first thing I say! At least during the week when the god damn alarm clock goes off and I have to go to work.

On my days off my first thought is
"..." *rolls over and goes back to sleep*
 
First I think of tossing the alarm clock out the window.

Then I think of my favorite man.
 
First thing I do...kick the hottie who's name I forgot out of my bed.

Second, quickly round up the spent condoms, empty bottles of jack, overflowing ashtray, sacrificial chicken, latex fuck me pants, Singapore sling, Malachi Crunch, the Arthur Fonzerelli, the edible undie packs, the blowup doll and hastily put all this material away...

Then I go do the ol' piss and shave and begin the day.

Yup...the life of THIS Hugh Heffian is quite difficult to manage these days...
 
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